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Awake
Your arm is being held by a warm hand, and is lightly shaking you out of your deep sleep. The pillow case shifts as you turn your head, a messy head of hair silhouetted by the faint moonlight coming in through your window. They pull the warm covers off you and the warm hand returns to drag you out of bed. The covers spilling on the floor around you, as you stand sloppily. The tiles are freezing in this late hour of September.
Whispering warmly into your ear "Come on, we gotta go." And guides you out the bedroom door into the living room. Your eyes haven't yet adjusted to the fact you are now waking, you can barely hear your own footsteps and you frown for a moment.
You quietly padded out of your room, making your way towards the kitchen which looked out to the backyard.
"Here, let me help you out," Said Ranboo softly.
And has you fall out the window after him, your shoulders tensing in the cold air. You uncontrollably shivered, it was windy and dry for a winter escapade. You try standing closer to him, absentmindedly, looking for warmth.
He took his jersey jacket off, "Put it on quick, they could be here at any moment."
No longer in just a tank top, you glance at your house in tired confusion.
"What are you—" You try questioning.
But you're abruptly thrown on Ranboo's shoulder haphazardly, he wraps an arm around your thighs, & placing a hand on your back.
The small dark home gets farther away, becoming obscured by leaves from century old trees & shrubs as Ranboo carries you through a broken fence into the forest. The temples on your head begin to ache as you gaze at your house.
"Hold on to me." Ranboo sighs briefly.
You hum tiredly in acknowledgement, resting an arm around his neck, your hands fetching his shirt. He surveys the woods, stepping over roots & twigs carefully.
The tall & lithe guy begins jogging through shrubs & sky high trees, twigs snapping every now & again more frequently—
'How long has it been since I walked through here?'
Ranboo's eyebrows pinched, & he turned his head in a desperate manner, scrutinizing the area for something. The waxing gibbous moon's light, falling through a cloudless night sky, was somewhat helping your tired eyes, look as well. Not completely sure of what though.
Your eyes burst open.
An ear piercing crack, so close to your head, it tingles through your core, Ranboo jumped, tensing in panic—your breathing hitched.
Ranboo takes off into a sprint now—his arms suffocating 'round you-both your arms grazing trees & clothes snagging against branches. He tries weaving through trees, the terrain becomes less stable; heading down—your ribs hurting against his shoulder. The sound of heavy running could be heard somewhere in the distance, & the steps were disappearing. Ranboo's slowing steps now once again all you could hear.
'Well, barely, my hearts drumming in my ears.'
Your breathing returned ragged, so much so, that you were panting, your mouth dry; adrenaline coursing with the blood in your veins. You struggle to readjust in Ranboo's life sucking hold. Slowing his pace down, taking a deep but shaky breath, gently clutching you. The side of your head rest on his shoulder, where your torso had been. You faced his neck. Listening to his quick, but slowing, breathing among your own. Comfortably.
Apparently, he'd reached a familiar resting spot; a brook of misty but clear water, homing tiny flower bushes & ferns. The moon light now more visibly from the opening in the trees. And as your vision adjusted to the light, you throw a glance at Ranboo, who was looking into the other half of the woods.
And you noticed everything you hadn't while half asleep.
A cloth tied around the lower half of his face & something smeared—or splattered—across his eyes & forehead.
And even in the dark of night, the moonlight revealed burgundy red.
Scrambling out of his reach—stepping a bare foot into the brook—your lungs feeling heavy again.
Where in the fucking hell were you? And How did he know you?